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Ballad Of Reason
Whyte Nicotyne
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Yeah, we back
I take a shot of straight tequila to alleviate pain
Penetrating my brain
Tryna find my way in the game, and barely do it
But somehow still I'm proving that fame
Don't mean no damn thang to me if I'm still making a change
Fuck the pay, I'm tryna make it out every day
Out my mind, it's crime scenes if y'all get in my way
What's left to say? No matter what I do, y'all portray
That I'm the villain in y'all eyes, so I'm finding the day
That it gets better, "A Better Day"
Forever, where cheddar ain't my endeavor
I'm pushing throughout the weather
The rain, sleet, whatever
I'm back, and I been fed up
I kill this shit, like a setup
And deal with shit, like a bettor
And dish it out on the rhyme
You feeling it every time
Fuck it, the way I grind
You knowing that I'mma shine
Balling, like prime LeBron
Pickleback with my Don
To get myself more than gone
It feel right, but know it's wrong
Stay doing my shit
It's like, did y'all forget?
This rap shit is what gets
Me through the day, and it's
The one thing in my life that I'm loving the most
So if you really love my shit, let's propose for the toast
Go ahead and get your ass up
Go and put your glass up
Lookin' like I got it now, but really I got bad luck
Struggle, I done fought it; now I go and chase the fast bucks
All of y'all keep hating while I go and get my cash up, bitch
But I swear, I be lying if I said I'm fine
It really don't matter, 'cause I throw it in my rhymes
It gotta get better someday; I'ma find it
Every day I pray, with this music y'all behind it
Every day a blessing; these are my confessions
Every day I wait, I be under the impression
Y'all don't fuck with me, and I never second-guess it
When we stepped into the game, I knew that this was destined, bitch
This is the ballad of reason; give me something new to believe in
Like the spirit of Jesus, achievements mean nothing to me
If they can be beaten, my philosophy is appeasing
Look who went off into the deep end, accusing everyone of treason
He grew accustomed to people wanting him depleted
Defeated? Have you ever been beaten?
No one ever sees it how he sees it; he's in a whole different region
Sad, happy, mad, or storytelling his sequence
He always delivers at any frequency
All he knows is being mistreated; imagine that
He almost gave up and quit music; it's bittersweet
When he feels a certain mood, all he does is pull the strings
Some crowned him king 'cause he's as big as